Chapter 38 See Nobody But You
Quinn's POV
I thought I'd wake up in his car or his room, but instead I woke up in a strange place with an IV in my hand and a plaster on the corner of my lips.
I touched it, it hurt. My body also felt crushed. It was a mixture of the beating I'd taken and Grayson's ferocity.
I don't blame Grayson. Because I also wanted his touch which then got wilder and wilder.
He made sure I completely forgot what happened to me before he came. He licked all the places those bastards touched with his long, big tongue. He even cleaned up the areas they didn't touch which had me screaming his name all night long as he moved his cock inside me, fast and slow.
Grayson really turned my dark night into a brighter one. I now saw a glimmer of hope again that I wasn't that dirty, that I was still valuable. That I deserved the gentleness and not just coercion and violence.
Grayson, he saved me. He saved me again for the umpteenth time. And thanks to him, I didn't fall deeper into the pit of my trauma.
I move my hand slowly to touch his hair. Yes, he slept next to me, all night holding my hand and granting my wish to see his face when I woke up.
Although the trauma hasn't completely disappeared, I feel better now. I no longer felt alone. I felt like Grayson was leading me slowly out of the darkness I felt all this time.
It was still unbelievable that the ice hockey athlete, everyone's star, the respected Alpha, was now in bed with me, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other tucked behind my head as a pillow.
If this time Grayson told me that he did that because he had feelings for me, then I would probably believe him. Because, I've never known a job where a boss could hug his employee like this while sleeping. In fact, not only did he hug me, he also let his hand ache because I used it as a pillow.
"Are you awake?"
Because of that question, I immediately pretended to close my eyes again and pretended to have just woken up for real.
"Hmmm... Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked, trying to be calm. Though it was actually the worry that had exploded earlier. No, no, since yesterday to be exact.
Not only was I afraid of Grayson killing those people, I was also afraid of him getting hurt. Because his body is very valuable, it's his asset, the country's asset too.
"Are you kidding me? Who's asking who? I should be asking you. You're so messed up. Look, I'm not even scratched."
That was honestly the longest words Grayson had ever said during his talk with me until now. He usually only says one sentence, waits for me to reply, and then speaks again. So no wonder why I was surprised by his response.
I was grateful that he wasn't hurt.
"Where are we?" I asked then. I tried to think about where I was, but I couldn't find the answer.
"President's suite, the best medical ward in this hospital."
So we were in hospital?
This room, instead of being called a medical ward, was more like a hotel room. Very luxurious, very spacious, and also... very comfortable. It's like the above 5-star hotels that I often see in advertisements on the phone.
"Why bring me to hospital?"
I suddenly felt pain as Grayson touched my back, arms, and especially legs. I finally realized that yesterday they had hit me, kicked me and hit my leg with a baseball bat. Strangely, I only felt the pain again today. When I had sex with Grayson yesterday, I didn't feel anything other than just pleasure that took away the bitterness.
"Sorry, I... I'll still provide service to you before the game. I promise my leg injuries won't ruin your victory."
Grayson chuckled and flicked my forehead. "I'm almost insane because of you, Quinn."
"I'm sorry," I said again more softly. I was now ready to accept his tantrum if he wanted to vent his anger.
On the one hand, I'm also very curious as to why he called me 'his' yesterday. I was very curious if the reason was because I was his employee or if there was another reason.
But unfortunately I don't have the guts to ask that yet. I'm afraid the answer doesn't match my expectations.
Grayson sighed as he tucked my hair behind my ear. "Don't ever visit that place again. Even if it was your old home that was precious to you, even if it holds many beautiful memories, please don't ever go there again. That place is too dangerous for a petite young girl like you."
I pursed my lips because he called me 'petite'. Even though I'm this petite, I'm almost 22 years old you know!
He stopped running his hands through my hair and reached into his pocket, taking something out of it.
When he took it out, I immediately glared and snatched it.
How... how could that photo be in his hand? When did he take it?
As if recognizing my confusion, he said, "when you’re not looking."
Of course that wasn't an answer but it pissed me off.
He chuckled. "I picked it up when I was carrying you. You came there to get that thing, right? If you leave it behind, it's a waste."
He was right, if I hadn't taken that photo, I would have regretted it. It's a good thing he brought it for me. It's a good thing he cares about little things like that.
But I still wasn't completely relieved, there was still one more worry I was thinking about. So I stopped his hand that was about to run through my hair again. "What if they report you to the police?"